So when Sue woke up at 3:23 a.m. feeling as if she’d just popped out of a virtual reality show, she knew what she had to do.
She waited impatiently until the bank opened at 9.
The teller was bleary-eyed Miriam, the one Sue most disliked. Sue had befriended this bank down the corner from her old New England Victorian house for over three decades. She figured using any bank was the same difference as shopping at any grocery store. Make it easy and convenient.
But Miriam responded: “Oh, you can’t do that,” and Sue wondered what happened to convenience and ease.
“Yes I can,” Sue replied. “It’s my money. I can do whatever I want.”
“But there are forms to fill out, managers to speak to, and delays that are unavoidable.” Miriam rang a little bell by her station and within seconds Joe Tully was at Sue’s side, as if he was ready to take her away to the funny farm.
Sue decided to act naturally as she slowly took her cell phone out of her purse. “Guess what Mr. Tully, big bank manager. I’m going to dial 911 for the robbery about to take place.”
The confusion on Mr. Tully’s face was priceless. “What robbery?”
Sue poked her finger near the “Call” button on her phone. “The one you’re trying to perpetuate. I want my money – now – or I call the police.”
With a frustrated grimace, the bank manager nodded his head toward his office. “I’ll write you a check within 15 minutes. We just need to get the latest numbers and make sure there were no recent withdrawals.”
“My last withdrawal was last week for $200. So I expect $56,005 and 45 cents in cash, within your 15 minutes.”
They all thought she was crazy, the people in this town. Sue knew that. But she also knew what she had to do.
She’d seen it all in her dream.
Can you guess what “prompted” this post? “Write a story with at least four oxymorons.” What’s an oxymoron? It’s a figure of speech made up of two or more words that seem to be opposite to each other, or actually are opposite.
I hope you are not clearly confused, now. 🙂